Wherefore did i live,
Today i make my deaths eve.
Yon i close my eyes,
And in slumber die.
Melife in a race.
Methink of the grave my base.
The world my witness,
For in it no sweetness.
I soft before death,
And tell my story to mother earth.
My coffin i marry,
In it a modicum fain.
My future i harry,
As i dry up with the rains
I was here,
Earth should here.
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